Be Careful What You Wish Fur by Vera Strange

Author:Vera Strange [Strange, Vera]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Disney Book Group
Published: 2021-04-06T00:00:00+00:00

“How could you?” Delia’s mother exclaimed the second Delia stepped through the front door wearing the stolen coat. “That coat isn’t made for snow! It’s completely useless. A waste of money!”

“You said get a coat,” Delia sniped in her best teen voice. “So I got a coat.”

She sashayed into the living room, brushing past her mother. Delia felt like a totally new person in the Cruella Coat. She even walked differently—like she was strutting down a runway. On the way home on the train, Delia had snapped a few selfies and they’d come out perfect.

Her skin looked flawless, her hair tamed, cascading in loose waves. And she hadn’t done a single thing to fix herself up. All she’d done was shed her old coat like shedding an old skin—and slip into the Cruella Coat.

It was like the garment had magic powers. But of course, that was impossible.

Delia tried to ignore her mother’s rant. The coat was everything she needed to make everything right tomorrow at school, not to mention boost her PicPerfect ranking. She ran her fingers over one sleeve, then the other, feeling the fine, downy faux fur. It really was softer than anything she’d ever touched. Well, anything other than the little puppies crawling in their pen.

Her mother glared at her. “I said a practical coat. That is not practical. I’m disappointed in you. You’re returning it tomorrow! You know how tight our budget is!”

“You sound like you’re stuck on repeat!” Delia shot back. “It’s no wonder Dad left.”

They stood facing each other, angry tears glistening in their eyes. “Delia!” her mother breathed.

“Mom, I’m so sorry,” Delia started, seeing how much she’d hurt her mother. She knew how much her mom hated talking about her dad. Why had she even said that? “I didn’t mean—”

But her mom stormed off, slamming her bedroom door. The house nearly vibrated from the force of it. Delia felt shocked. She was usually the one who threw the tantrums and slammed doors—not the other way around. Her mother was her rock. She always kept it together, no matter what. What was she doing storming off like that?

“Even adults have hard days sometimes,” Mrs. Smith said, slipping up behind her. “Your mother means well, she’s just under a lot of stress. Her boss is too demanding and hard on her.”

Mrs. Smith handed Delia a mug of hot cocoa. She accepted it, feeling guilty. She sat down on the sofa, being careful not to drip onto her new coat, the magic of which seemed to have dissipated. Even the hot chocolate didn’t make her feel better.

“It’s because of that stupid job that she got me into this snooty school,” Delia said, her voice thick. “And I hate it there. All the girls are mean to me. They call me…charity case.”

Tears coursed down her cheeks. She couldn’t help it. Mrs. Smith stiffened up. She went over to the pen, lowering her hand into it so the puppies could lick her fingers. Delia did the same thing.

“There’s nothing wrong with accepting charity,” Mrs.

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